Married Now

Adria

“Get her things from her home,” Archer said to the chauffeur once we'd arrived at his house. It was obvious Archer was doing quite well, a huge contrast to the man I’d known five years ago.

His house was massive, the kind that felt too big for one person. Knowing Archer, though, he probably lived alone.

“Should I be surprised you know where I live?” I asked, crossing my arms. My tone was